Seriously, I am so not the Liz Lemon I thought I was. Sure, I've got great hair, look fierce in specs, strip at corporate events and spent my youth as an unintentional bitch, but that's apparently where the comparisons end. Why aren't I getting regular hot beef injections from ridiculously handsome men?

I haven't been talking about tv too much lately (outside of "OMFG JON HAMM ON 30 ROCK LET'S COUNT DOWN THE SECONDS," all of which can be found at hamm_daily *pimp pimp*), but special episodes call for special circumstances.

THE UNDIES HAVE LANDED. I spent the afternoon parading around in my penguin-print boyshorties (you know you're all upset about missing THAT). I joked with my mom about wearing the tuxedo thong for New Year's Eve, and she seemed genuinely concerned that it was all I'd be wearing, lol. It would bring in more customers. ;)

I wrongly assumed Jon Hamm would be in tonight's 30 Rock. What's a lady's version of being blue balled? I loved seeing Not Stephanie March Diane Neal, though. The new district attorney on SVU has me missing Casey Novak more and more.

I think tonight's The Office was total awesome sauce. God bless Michael for mentioning both TJ Maxx and Burlington Coat Factory. I too have bought $9 pants at each store.

There is, in fact, one earlier house in Hamm’s L.A. story, omitted from our tour because the address is lost to history. This is the apartment fondly remembered as “The Shithole,” where Hamm came to visit Rudd and another roommate, Bo, while still living in St. Louis. They spent two weeks on the couch, playing Madden football, inventing baroque Nintendo golfer names (Hammer Lou, Whipticle “Whip” Fadada, Nacho Heyerdahl: “The MexiSwede”), and eating takeout chicken from El Pollo Loco. On rare trips out, they went head-to-head in arcane, dice-based drinking games. “He is seriously the most competitive person I’ve ever met,” Rudd says. He declines to name a game or sport in which he may have ever beaten his friend, for fear of retribution.